All the brilliance in the world has disappeared, like a meteor in the dark night, it is a thousand years of eaves water through the wall, supporting the literati bones of the bamboo joints that are not bent, and making a moment of determination to burn out life and leave peace for all generations.

Guan Juyi shot out, and the wind and clouds in the world suddenly wandered.

The mournful cry of the spear was like the sorrow of a bird crying blood, swinging with extreme sharpness for a moment, whitening the gray sky, and the whimpering wind forced back the gloom, and after a roar as violent as the whole world, lightning burst out one after another, and countless lightning bolts that were enough to open the mountain fell on the body of the monster opposite.

No one could see what was happening in the air at the moment, only the screams of the monster in the Forgotten Worry Realm after suffering pain, after shaking the dazzling light on everyone's faces, the monstrous monster retreated quickly, and the lightning in the air pursued more than once, until it was dozens of miles away, during which the aftermath of the lightning landed, and even the monsters of the Nahe Realm could not resist for a moment.

The eldest grandson Daosheng and the others were shocked when they saw this vision, "He has come to this point, the head of the family once said that the difference between forgetting worries and the realm of helplessness is that the human power is to the extreme, and the power of heaven and earth is cast from nothing." ”

"He used his cultivation at the peak of the Nai He Realm, but he exerted the magic power of the Forgetting Worries Realm, and he had the power of the Forgetting Worries Realm."

A shot was fired, blooming with thousands of cold lights, creating a scene of annihilation, and saving the lives of the soldiers on Meteoric Mountain.

The children of the family, who had never put Meteorite Mountain in their eyes, looked at the figure in mid-air, and all of them burst into tears, remembering that Cheng Zhi'an once said that Guan Juyi was the backbone of Meteorite Mountain, and felt the same way in his heart, only feeling that the two words of Gun Saint were worthy of their name.

Lu Han was the most grieved, he fell to the ground and wiped away tears, even if no one reprimanded his behavior anymore, he still remembered the deafening words in his heart - what are you crying about?

"Guan Juyi!" The monsters who forgot their worries fled seriously in the hysterical shouting, and the remaining monsters did not become a climate, and were killed by Guan Juyi's guns.

Guan Juyi landed in mid-air, watching this scene with a spear, seeing that the monster's qi was exhausted, and he was defeated neatly.

The children of all the families gathered, all with admiration, "Senior! ”

"Your Excellency!"

Guan Juyi suddenly bent over, coughing and splashing blood, it turned out that Fang Cai was all pretending to be nothing.

Everyone hurriedly stepped forward and helped Guan Juyi to sit down slowly.

Guan Juyi just waved his hand and smiled: "It doesn't have to be like this. ”

As he spoke, the spear in his hand rang out with a faint crackling sound, and with it, more and more blood stained Guan Juyi's sackcloth, like plum blossoms falling into the mud in the garden.

Guan Juyi glanced at the spear on his side and said regretfully: "It's just a pity, after following me for so many years, I can't hold it anymore." ”

As soon as the words fell, the cracks on the tip of the gun spread rapidly, Guan Juyi coughed up another mouthful of blood, stroked the body of the gun, but the expression on his face was a little relieved.

Cheng Zhian suddenly lowered her head and wiped her tears, Cui Hao asked what happened, but she just pointed at Guan Juyi and didn't say a word.

Guan Juyi glanced at Cheng Zhi'an, smiled and said that there is no need to be like this, looked around at everyone for a long time, and then said a word, but everyone was shocked, "Wait until I die"

Cui Hao, the eldest grandson Daosheng, Lu Han and other children of the family all jumped in their hearts, for them now, this is simply one of the most unbelievable things in the world, the person in front of them saved everyone from fire and water not long ago, and retreated from the great cultivator of the realm of forgetting worries with one shot, and has guarded the demon cave for many years, how could the person who is known as the Gun Saint of the Holy Dynasty die so suddenly?

What's more, Cui Hao looked back at the faces that slowly gathered around him, if Guan Juyi died, what would these people do?

Guan Juyi said: "After I die, that monster in the Forgotten Worry Realm will definitely make a comeback, you must remember that you must report to the court as soon as possible, otherwise once the monster goes down the mountain, it will be difficult for the people in the villages and towns within a radius of dozens of miles to survive." ”

While he spoke, coughing up blood never stopped, and his voice gradually weakened, "However, my shot also injured his roots, and his strength is not one in ten in a short period of time, even if I do my best, I don't have to regret it." ”

Cheng Zhi'an tried his best to stop choking, and repeated what he had said to the eldest grandson Daosheng, "Li Chen said that you are the backbone of the Holy Dynasty, and you are guarding the Falling Ink Mountain, which is the blessing of the people of the Holy Dynasty. ”

Guan Juyi shook his head and said, "Since ancient times, the backbone of the human race has been on the inheritance of the next generation, and it has never been Guan Juyi's white body. ”

The eldest grandson Daosheng and the others choked up and couldn't speak, but just saluted the ground.

Guan Juyi looked at them, as well as the thousands of soldiers behind them, and said with a smile: "I once reprimanded your family corpse in front of the Nine Emperor Princes, and I never cared about the world, but today I know that you are the same as them, and your blood has not subsided, this is my fault." ”

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and said the last sentence of his life, "I only hope that there will really be a day of peace in Meteorite Mountain in the future, if, if there is really such a day, then start with Guan Juyi." ”

In the low cry, it seems to be back in the courtyard of the border town many years ago.

A beautiful woman in sackcloth rolled up her sleeves and planted two bamboos, turned around and said: "Now the husband is arrogant and does not bend his waist, and he should be praised as a lady, advancing and retreating together, living and dying together." ”

"The husband is a rare gentleman in the world, no matter what the husband decides, how can he be blamed as a lady?"

"My husband was born proud, talented and ambitious, and he is the world's first-class person, if my husband seeks death because of my death, there will be one less great Confucian in the world in the future, and one less good official in the holy court, that is my sin, and my husband doesn't want me to die with regrets."

Guan Juyi smiled and said in a low voice, "Finally, live up to Madame's expectations." ”

On the Falling Ink Mountain, the sorrow lifted the clouds, and the cry became a curtain, as bleak as the sky collapsed.

On this day, the spear saint Guan Juyi, let go of his glory, and died well, so he died peacefully.

On this day, the holy pilgrimage entered the winter, and the world turned white overnight.